Maybe I was starting to understand a little about women. At least now I realized something was a little wacky with her. A few weeks ago I would have g...one along with her and thought nothing more about it.She was around the rest of the day but we didn't talk much other than surface stuff. "I couldn't stay awake", "Too much homework", stuff like that.After fourth period I headed over to the locker room, got my gym bag and went out to the bus. We were playing Santa Maria, which was almost 45. A warmth spreads over your skin and settles inside you. Your face is flushed. Each stroke is made lovingly, an exquisite experience repeated over and over.Before we started I took down your pants, just a little bit, before sitting you at the table. Just a little bit to expose enough of your skin to feel the coolness of the seat recede as it adjusts to the warmth of your body. A little bit to expose you to the texture of its surface.The brush rises to the top of your head and falls like water. And I just let him, being unable to do anything other than accept the sensual love making that was happening before me. He pinched Ashley’s nipple hard enough to make her yelp and then asked me: “You don’t mind me using your daughter for my pleasure, do you Michael?”I just looked at him and despite my hatred for the bastard, I answered with a smile. “Nah, I don’t mind. Do whatever you want with her. She’s all yours.” “Good!” “Thank you daddy!” With that, I walked up to my drawers, took out some. ‘You’re late.’ Kirk said. Then he looked her over again. ‘You’re a mess Danielle. What happened?’ She shot him a stern glare and straightened up to meet his eyes evenly. ‘Can I help you, Mr. Bailey?’ Kirk just kind of smiled at her and shook his head. Another man walked up behind Kirk. Danielle had never seen him before. Tall, dark, and handsome. There was simply no other description that truly fit him. Yes, it was cliqued but it fit. He was, no doubt, at least a head taller than Kirk, and.